You may think that its all fun and games being with someone who works for the The League. You may think its all meeting players, going to League functions, and getting free stuff. You may think that free rent is actually free, and free cars come without strings attached.
Most of the time, you would be right. But this week, ohhhhhh, this week. You are wrong.
This is a big big week for The League. This is a very important night, too. So this week poor D has worked his little butt off. He has spent multiple 12 hour days at the office. On his lunch hour he has been leaving his department to go help another. He has only eaten dinner before 9 when The League has brought it in for him and his fellow laborers. I have seen the boy for a grand total of 4 hours since Monday. I feel bad for him. And for me.
Take tonight for example. For dinner I decided to make myself some chicken kabobs with an orzo salad. Sounds delicious, right? The only problem in my way was the grill. D is our resident grill master - I grew up on charcol and I just don't know how to work these fancy gas contraptions. But the kabobs, they called to me. Besides, how hard could it be? Fire + food = cooked food. Its an equation our monkey ancestors could solve; why couldn't I?
The cooking part went well. So did the eating.
The part that didn't go well was not burning my arm on the 350 degree grill. And then again on the kabob skewer.
From now on I'm going to leave the grilling to the grill master.
PS, Dear boyfriend... come home soon.
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